zodiac lung

The shape of a zodiac lung
Is beckoning like a bad
ChristIt hovers above your head
Its pulling the world over my life
If you dont hear a word
Im saying
You cant cover it with your hear
You cant hide it in your army coat
Youve got the
Miltown demon stare
You forgot all the letters that you wrote
You cant hear a word
Im saying
No you cant hear a thing at all
When I die, itll be because of you
There Ill lie and itll all point to you
Its **** ups like you that always seem to take it all
Its **** ups like you that never seem to go away
The shape of the zodiac lung
Is like the shape of the back of my hand
And Ill knock you across this room
And Ill bury my head in the sand
You wont feel my love type baby
No you wont feel a thing at all
When I die itll be because of you
There Ill lie and itll all point to you
Its **** ups like you that always seem to get it all
Its **** ups like you that never seem to die
I dont know why